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kingdomdressing2009-01-16 03:56 pm
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extremes.
— thought that was all supposed to change.
[ the voice slips in through an ajar door, drawing nearer along with footsteps. It's feminine, yet laced with the sound of razors slashing against each other, only accented by annoyance. The door opens, allowing a Larxene to step through. An ordinary sight. A Special sight. This one moves with an inhuman, jerky grace like someone from a video sped up too fast. The familiar blue eyes seem sharper somehow, like that of a hunting wolf. But her most prominent feature is the tattoo running down her left cheek around to the back of her neck, the black lines stark and pulsating against her pale skin, swirling and spinning with a seeming life and rhythm of their own. ]
It better not interfere with anything, or else we might just have to do something about that bubbleh—
[ the silence hangs knifelike in the air, Larxene's tattoo moving faster as she takes in her new surroundings. She snaps her gaze behind her, at the open door that shows not a long, sterile white hallway, but a simple closet. ]
Bogus.
( ooc; have an Uglies-verse!Larxene. )
[ the voice slips in through an ajar door, drawing nearer along with footsteps. It's feminine, yet laced with the sound of razors slashing against each other, only accented by annoyance. The door opens, allowing a Larxene to step through. An ordinary sight. A Special sight. This one moves with an inhuman, jerky grace like someone from a video sped up too fast. The familiar blue eyes seem sharper somehow, like that of a hunting wolf. But her most prominent feature is the tattoo running down her left cheek around to the back of her neck, the black lines stark and pulsating against her pale skin, swirling and spinning with a seeming life and rhythm of their own. ]
It better not interfere with anything, or else we might just have to do something about that bubbleh—
[ the silence hangs knifelike in the air, Larxene's tattoo moving faster as she takes in her new surroundings. She snaps her gaze behind her, at the open door that shows not a long, sterile white hallway, but a simple closet. ]
Bogus.
( ooc; have an Uglies-verse!Larxene. )